Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Wings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.